Lyrics:
what I'm talkin' about?
Church is definitely on the move and we gonna
Continue to hustle and grow and develop by
Fire, as I rotate with my true player
talking 'bout?
Church is definitely on the move
And we gon' continue
To hustle and grow and develop by far
As I rotate with my true player partner
By
fire fall
Hear us as we pray
This is Your church
This is Your house
We're Your people
We are crying out
For Your glory
For Your power
Come Lord Jesus
brother's in the house
Squig Love is in the house
Cool V on the vocal, gettin' me mad
But I'm gonna lil' do a lil' somethin' like this
Check this out
hitting nick leeson
preacher preach
Not of time
But of reason
The man summoning each year is a wet season
Reporters who are letting out for crimes that
zoo
This zoo we call home
Societies suckling comb
While my childhood peers searched for Waldo and Carmen Sandiego
I looked for Jesus
Leaving church
finna die fo'
Slow down, ride slow, don't forget your Bible
The Golden Age, you livin' in a cycle
Nigga you dealin' with a psycho
He go by Dizzy Wright
go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle
In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael
The same year that the police beat up
On Rodney King and gave us
Something
an enemy
We must not forget, not unlike the inexperienced and eager cadet, who it is we are to fight
Now one might argue that church folk are preoccupied
Hey ya
Shoo wah
Zadup wow
Two by two, we're marching door to door
'Cause God loves Mormons and he wants some more
A two-year mission is our
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
ice grill 'cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggas scheme but they
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
poverty is steadily spreading
Economy got me a job with no bennies
Mamma don't get me I'm broke like the levees in Orleans
Endorsed by the forces so heavy
to wake em up
I got myself up out the gutta and I made a promise I ain't never going back
Surrounded by a couple real niggas who was down to ride so we
yourself
Maybe
Shared by some
And if it truly is
Don't let it out run
Outdone
Whenever you're on a cusp
The Cross on your road
Your own story unfolds
That
Three Nails
Was the look on my face
Said it all starin out that
Old church window, Stained
Got Me Thinkin bout
The day I was saved
Oh Dang! Oh Dang! Oh
devestating i got saved
By the king and his love is everlasting
Easy to squeeze lead in ya fore head
But went out n solute n me start blood shed
Positive
Name a nigga out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars, nigga, knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really don't give
Yeah
D. Jones
Yeah
Uh huh
Real talk music
Yeah
Church music
Yeah
Now if you can't respect this
Cuz this is church music
That Holy Ghost filled
Shut
spellin' out my name
All over your marquee 'cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Starin' wide-eyed 'cause you niggas tryin'
(Intro)
Lenai this one is a mad thing and boom and shreps and squeeze mi caa tell you weh mi memba ready!
(verse)
Mi seh mi memba I remember when
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